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Chapter 17
After Mom and I finish our conversation, a plan for special surprises for both girls in place, I head down to the basement to join my lovers. I discover, though, that during the time I spent with Mom, planning for them, they were good use of their time. When I open the door, the distinct sounds of their sexual moans and groans meets my ears, and by the time I reach the bottom of the stairs and turn the corner to the left, they’re climaxing simultaneously while grinding their pussies together.
“You couldn’t wait until I was down here?” I ask them, stepping up to the back of the couch. Both of them are glistening with each other’s fluids essentially from the waist down. Even the couch cushion below them looks pretty soaked.
“We’re sorry,” Chelsea begins and I wink at her.
“We’re a thrupple, right? A perfect and equal three-way?” I ask her and both girls nod in response. “Then there’s no permission needed from anyone to spend intimate time with another.”
They both scramble to their knees and take turns pulling me in for a kiss. They pull at my arms to pull me over the back of the couch, but I wince in pain to remind them of my stitches.
“Shit, sorry,” Angel says and then they let go.
“It’s okay,” I say and then walk around to the front of the couch where they both begin pulling and tugging at my clothes, which are nothing more than a T-shirt and basketball shorts.
Chelsea pulls my shirt up and over my head while Angel smoothly and swiftly pulls my shorts down. My cock is in her mouth in no time while mine and Chelsea’s tongues begin to wrestle and dance. I squeeze and massage Chelsea’s tits, pinching at her nipples as well as her hands roam all over my back and through my hair. I free one of my hands to reach down to Angel’s head and run my fingers through her silky, blonde strands for a moment before directing her to bob her head up and down my cock a little faster. Chelsea then breaks our kiss and drops to her knees to join Angel. They start off taking turns taking me deep into their mouths, bumping the back of their throats before they each take a side and press their lips together around my shaft. I hold the back of both of their heads and thrust between their wet lips and thrashing tongues until I feel my orgasm quickly build. I pick up my pace, fucking harder and faster between them until I announce my impending blast of cum. They both release my cock and sit waiting for my seed, mouths wide open and their tongues hanging out wide and hungry. The lewdness of it sends me over the edge as I bring myself to climax. The first glob hitting Angel directly in the mouth like a perfect bullseye, and then the next along her left cheek before I move to Chelsea and catch her right cheek before she wraps her lips around the tip to suck me dry.
When I’m finally spent, the girls turn towards each other and take turns dropping their gifts into each other’s mouths before swallowing and then cleaning each other with a tongue lashing.
“I told you we’d figure something out,” I tell them and then they stand and each kisses me, the saltiness of my cum still on their lips and tongues.
“We better get cleaned up before-“
“Kids! Dinner’s here!” Dad calls from the stairs and then roughly shuts the door.
The girls quickly pull their clothes back on while I struggle with my shorts. Angel is clothed first so she holds my shorts open for me to step in and then pulls them to where I can reach and I finish.
“I prefer them going the other way,” she teases and then kisses me quickly before rushing to the small bathroom to wash her face.
“Me too,” Chelsea says with a kiss and then examines my bandage. “It looks okay, but we may need to change it before bed,” she says.
“Thanks, babe,” I say and then she helps me with my loose T-shirt before taking Angel’s place in the bathroom to clean up her face as well. She even sprays a little body spray on, offering some to Angel who begrudgingly accepts.
“I like the smell of sex, though,” she says.
“Yeah, well, if we want to survive here under Dad’s rules, we need to mask as much as possible,” I say and then reapply a little of my Old Spice spray before following the girls back up the stairs, again with Chelsea’s perfect ass in my face.
Dinner is quiet, though I can feel Dad glaring at me from time to time. Mom reaches over and grips his wrist every so often and he softens his expression. I take glances at my sister and cousin who hardly look up from their meal. I finish what I took pretty quickly, the pain in my side still affecting my appetite, so I sit quietly watching my family. Dad is the only one making us feel so uncomfortable; Mom is supportive and even helped me plan my proposal to Chelsea and my surprise for Angel.
“I’m full,” I announce to break the silence. “Ever since the hospital I can’t eat as much as I used to,” I explain since Dad looks extremely offended. “Also, I think I might call around for another place to stay until the house is ready malkara escort to move in,” I say looking directly at my father. “Dad, I appreciate all you’ve done for me; you’ve taught me how to truly take care of myself and to figure things out on my own. So, I’m going to take what you’ve instilled in me, and do things on my own. In fact, I believe there’s an extended stay type hotel in Fort Collins; the sooner I move up there the better, I think. Anything to preserve what’s left of our relationship. Mom, thank you for everything,” I say and then get up from the table and head back down to my temporary room for the night.
I rest in the one recliner that’s beside the couch, facing the big, plasma TV and begin to look for a decent place to stay so I can get started with school and work in Fort Collins as quickly as possible. I can hear muffled voices upstairs, but nothing seems to be angry or vile, so I block it out as I scroll through my phone in search of a place to stay.
Then the door opens at the top of the stairs and someone slowly makes their way down to join me; it’s Chelsea who appears at the bottom of the steps. I could almost guess by how soft and quiet her descension to the basement was.
“Hey,” I say to her as she makes her way around the couch to sit at the end closest to me.
“Hey,” she replies softly. “You okay?” she asks.
“I’m fine,” I say. “Just looking for somewhere we can go together and not have to worry about Dad,” I tell her.
“Is that what you really want?” she asks.
“To live my life freely? Yes,” I tell her and then close my eyes. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to snap.”
Chelsea gives a sideways grin. “You can’t scare me off,” she says with a wink. “Are you sure you want to cut your dad off, though?” she asks.
I knit my eyebrows together. “I’m not cutting him off, he’s pushing us away,” I tell her.
“Maybe, but he’s also standing up for his own convictions and morals; can you fault him for that?” she asks.
I shake my head. “No, but that just means our views are different and we won’t ever see eye to eye,” I answer. “It’ll probably ultimately come to the point we can’t be in the same room together.”
“That’s up to you,” she says.
“Up to me?” I look at her like she’s crazy. “He was up there glaring at me and you two the whole time, making us all uncomfortable,” I tell her.
“No, he wasn’t,” she says gently and I open my mouth to speak. “You were the one glaring at him. He kept looking at you, looking for a moment to say something but you had this hateful look on your face, Angel and I were too scared to look at you.”
I look down at my phone, not really seeing anything on the screen.
“Everything you said to him was completely right and even respectful, but the tone you used was so full of anger, he doesn’t believe you care about salvaging any part of your relationship; Angel and I even agree because your anger made you sound so…sardonic and almost mocking,” she explains; I’d heard it all completely different when I’d spoken before. Did I really sound that angry with him?
“I think he wants to talk to you, but I suggested I talk to you first to see what’s going on. I can tell by how you’re reacting to what I told you that you didn’t mean to sound the way you did. I can tell him that before he comes down,” she suggests.
I look at her sadly and nod. “I’m so sorry,” I tell her. “I only had the three of us on my mind before and I guess I was more angry about the current situation than I thought.”
“Could be the pain meds, too,” she adds with a wink and then gets up and kisses me deeply, holding my face in her hands. “I’ll go let him know you’re ready to talk. Just remember to breathe and to listen; and don’t worry, your mom is telling him the same thing.”
“Thank you,” I say and then she kisses me one more time before heading up to get my dad.
I have a hard time believing what she’d said for some reason, but only because I thought I’d been holding back my anger and was trying to show him respect. Maybe the pain meds really are messing with my head; maybe I was seeing things differently than I thought I was before my “outburst” or whatever you want to call it.
Dad’s much heavier steps come down the stairs, muffled by the thick, soft carpet. “Hey, Son,” he says and then takes a seat on the far end of the couch.
“Hey,” I reply a little more humbly than I’d spoken to him earlier.
“I heard what you said up there, I really did. And I’m sure you didn’t mean it the way you said it,” he starts. “In fact, that’s what your cousin told me, as well as your sister and your mother. Congratulations, you’ve got all the women on your side,” he says with a grin and I chuckle softly in response. “Look, I don’t want you to leave and waste money just because you’re upset,” he continues. “Prices are skyrocketing and you’re lucky to have found such a nice place for the price you found it for. And I’m proud of you for buying well under maltepe escort budget that you’re going to have money left over; that’s better than I could have hoped for,” he explains. “I honestly feared you using the money I’ve been saving for you as a down payment on a place way out of your price range and then taking out a loan. With the economy going the way it is, I’m glad you proved that fear to be nothing more than that.”
“Thanks, Dad, that means a lot. I meant what I said that you taught me how to work hard and to take care of myself. Even if you seemed hard and cold towards me at times, I know that I can get through this life without help and can always figure things out for myself,” I tell him. “And I really hope that wasn’t in as harsh of a tone as I used earlier.”
He grins and shakes his head. “No, you were fine,” he says and then sighs. “Is there anything you can say to convince me that your relationship with your cousin and sister is not a complete abomination?” he asks me.
I shake my head. “Probably not,” I tell him honestly. “It’s not natural, even though it feels like it is, but if I learned anything from you, feelings aren’t fact. I do know one thing, though, and you can take me at my word with this…” I trail off for a moment and wait to make sure he’s really listening. “I’d never do anything to hurt them. Obviously, I’d lay my life down for them,” I add pointing to my side where I know I need a bandage change soon. “No guy will ever hurt either of them, physically, mentally or emotionally. As taboo and wrong as our relationship is, they’re safe with me, and I with them.”
He sighs again, looking down at the floor. My father may be stubborn, but if he’s anything, he’s reasonable when provided with a solid argument.
“What about grandkids?” he asks me.
I shrug. “I know that first generation first cousins are less likely to have birth defects; it’s when it continues to stay in the family generation after generation that that risk becomes greater. I haven’t researched siblings at all yet. But I will,” I promise him.
“And what will you tell your kids one day? Will you tell them the truth or lie about your true relationship?” he asks.
I shrug, unsure of how to answer. “I really don’t know, Dad. I’ll talk to the girls about it and we’ll take it from there.”
We sit in silence for a long time before either of us speaks again, both of us digesting what we’ve both shared. After about five minutes of dead silence, it’s Dad who speaks up.
“Obviously there’s nothing I can say or do that can change any of your minds without losing you forever,” he begins. “And as much as I can’t agree with your relationship from a moral standpoint, I don’t want to lose any of you, not even my niece. I don’t know how much I can support you, but I do want you to be happy, and if this is what makes that happen, then I won’t stand in the way,” he finally says.
My eyes grow wide in shock and he grins, holding back a chuckle at my reaction.
“Son, I love you and want what’s best for you; I always have. The same goes for Angela and Chelsea. Just promise to take care of each other and always protect each other,” he says.
“Of course,” I promise him.
“And one more thing,” he says as he stands up, crosses the room to offer me his hand to help me to my feet; not that I need it, but the gesture is appreciated.
“What’s that?” I ask, still gripping his hand in an unmoving handshake.
“Please keep the PDA to a minimum and, for the love of God, please don’t let me hear anything,” he requests and I chuckle.
“I promise we’ll keep it down. I’ll gag the girls if I have to…” I take the risk of a joke.
Dad flexes his jaw for a moment and then sighs, shaking his head. “Smartass,” he says with an eye roll and then gently pulls me in for a hug. “At least you got something from me,” he says.
I laugh as I hug him in return. “I got more than sarcasm from you, Dad. Trust me,” I tell him.
He releases me from our hug and stares me in the eye, still gripping my shoulder. “I guess now I can’t really try to keep the girls in Angela’s room, can I?”
“You can try, but they’ll just sneak down here anyway,” I answer him honestly.
He once again sighs and then shrugs. “I guess you’re all adults, so I really can’t do too much about it,” he says. “Just remember our agreement.”
“Don’t let you see or hear anything; got it,” I summarize for him.
He pats my shoulder and then looks down at my shirt. “You need help changing that?” he asks, pointing out the little bit of fluid leaking through my shirt; it’s not red, so it’s thankfully not blood.
“Sure,” I agree and then we go into the bathroom where my medical supplies are and he helps me change my bandage before we both head back upstairs to join the rest of the family for dessert.
Dad joins Mom in the kitchen where she’s dishing out bowls of ice cream and I join the girls, sitting between them manavgat escort on the bar stools at the breakfast bar opposite of Mom.
“Everything okay?” Chelsea asks.
I nod. “Yeah, everything’s great,” I tell her.
“What did he say?” Angel asks.
“He just doesn’t want to see or hear anything,” I give them the bottom line under my breath, but neither Mom nor Dad is paying attention as Dad suddenly shows her some frisky attention. I grin at my parents until Mom holds out the ice cream scooper for one of us to take over; Chelsea takes it and then Mom takes Dad by the hand and takes him directly upstairs to their room.
“Turn off the lights when you go to bed!” Dad calls out as they rush up the stairs.
“So, they can be as affectionate and loud as they want, but we have to keep it down?” Angel complains.
I laugh and Chelsea does as well, shaking her head. “Angel, they’re the heads of this household. Parents have always been able to do what they want while the kids follow rules; that’s just how it is. We’ll do the same thing when we have our own family,” she says, which brings a sudden silence amongst the three of us. This is something we haven’t truly discussed together, and we all realize it at once.
“A family, huh?” Angel says in a small voice. “I never thought about that,” she says, and from the smile on her face, I can tell she likes the idea.
“We haven’t talked about what that might look like,” I address to them. “We’ve only talked about our relationship together, which makes sense for the stage we’re in,” I say and we sit silently as Chelsea quietly scoops another portion of ice cream and drops it into a bowl with two scoops already in it and then hands it to Angel.
“Well,” she says beginning to scoop some of the mint n chip ice cream into a bowl, “I know I want kids. Evan was against it and insisted on me being on birth control our entire relationship because he refused to wear condoms. Don’t worry, before I left him, I got tested for anything and, thankfully he didn’t pass anything on to me,” she explains quickly.
“When was the last time you took your birth control?” Angel asks.
“I took my last dose before I got to the cabin,” she says. “It was just a habit, like taking vitamins,” she explains. “I don’t want to take them anymore, though,” she says looking me in the eye as she hands me a bow with two small scoops of the green ice cream.
“That’s your choice, babe,” I tell her and she smiles.
“It’ll take some time for you to be able to get pregnant still,” Angel pipes in.
“I know,” she says. “I’m not in any rush, but I also don’t want to prevent it anymore either,” she adds.
“Don’t we want to get married and get our home set up first?” I ask.
She scoops her favorite flavor of ice cream into her own bowl and then puts the large tub of ice cream back into the freezer before answering. “That makes sense; are you saying you want me to go back on the pill?” she asks.
I shake my head. “No, not at all. Like I said, it’s your choice, not mine,” I tell her.
“No, it’s OUR choice,” she emphasizes.
“Do I have a say?” Angel asks.
We both look at her and Chelsea nods. “Of course, baby, we’re all equal here.”
“For me, I don’t want to have kids of my own,” she says. “Not right now anyway, so I’m staying on the pill. But, Chelsea, you’re going to make an amazing Mom one day, but I don’t think it’s something we should rush into either. Like I said, it’ll take a few weeks probably before the effects of the pill will wear off and you can get pregnant, so by that time we should be moved in and settled in our house,” she says.
“So, you’re saying there’s no way to rush this and to just let things happen as they come?” I ask her.
Angel nods. “Yeah, why try and plan things? Do our plans ever truly happen the way we want?”
“That’s a good point, sis,” I say impressed at her nugget of wisdom she shared.
“Well, some things happen the way we want,” Chelsea counters in a very small voice.
Angel and I exchange a look and then turn to her for an answer.
“I never wanted to marry Evan,” she says. “I only married him because he was the only guy who’d shown my any interest in the past few years and, David, you and I hadn’t spoken in so long…” she trails off.
“Babe, what are you saying?” I ask her.
“I had a plan to leave Evan to come and be with you for a long time, he just gave me the motivation to execute my plan when he started hitting me and then cheated on me,” she says. “I’d always wanted to try and convince you that despite us being cousins that we should be together,” she tells me. “And Angel, as soon as I saw you again, you awakened something in me I’d never felt before and I knew I wanted you both,” she explains further. “I know I seemed to just play along with Angel’s direction, but before you hit your head, David, I’d been doing subtle things with Angel to suggest a threesome. No words, just little passing actions, like touching you a certain way that seemed innocent but was actually far from it,” she says and I venture a glance at Angel whose eyes are about as wide as the bowl of ice cream in her hand. “It was manipulative and wrong,” Chelsea begins to apologize but Angel sets her bowl down and runs around the counter, planting her mouth on Chelsea’s.